Here is the last part of my fic, Grim Reaper. My thanks to you all for your encouraging feedback.It's really helped my confidence in my writing. I hope to write more fic and that you will enjoy the next one just as much.
Grim Reaper: Part 8
Even as Willow concentrated on a spell that would completely destroy the Reaper, a part of her mind was thinking back to two weeks ago, when she and Tara had gone to a cabin in the mountains to help her learn to control her magick.
Two weeks earlier:
“Willow, are you sure you want me to do this” Tara asked. “It doesn’t seem right. I mean, you’re much better than I am”.
“No I’m not” Willow replied. “I’m good with the big, flashy stuff, but you’re good at what really matters. You’re focused and grounded and in harmony with nature. Me, I’m none of that”.
“Yes you are” Tara insisted. “Remember when we floated the rose? You showed real respect and gentleness in your approach to the Craft. I was impressed”.
“But there’s still so much I don’t understand” Willow pointed out. “Tara, I want you to teach me. I need you to teach me. There’s no one I trust more than you”.
“Okay” Tara said, smiling. She leaned forwards and kissed Willow. “You and I complete each other, baby. Where I’m weak, you’re strong and where you’re weak, I’m strong”.
“That’s how it’ll always be” Willow agreed.
Present:
Willow’s eyes immediately returned to normal as she recalled that. She also remembered something else Tara had taught her; that true magick came from the heart.
Suddenly, it became clear; Killing Jared with magick wasn’t right, but saving Tara with it was.
Using magick, Willow reached out and flung the drapes on the wall open. Jared screamed and let go of Tara as daylight hit him. Tara pushed the Reaper with all her strength, sending him stumbling further into the light.
Jared began to glow a brilliant blue-white. He gave one final scream of anger, and then exploded in a dazzling flash. Glowing dust settled to the floor, the light slowly dimming.
Willow ran to Tara. “Baby, are you okay?”.
“I’m fine” Tara assured her.
Anya was kneeling by Xander. “Are you hurt?” she asked.
“I’m alive” he groaned. “I can tell because of the pain”.
Dawn and Spike entered, supporting Giles and Simon. “What happened?” Dawn asked.
“Jared got dusty” Willow replied.
Tara looked from Xander to Giles to Simon. “We need to get you to hospital”.
“I second that” Giles said. As they started to move out, Spike noticed something. “Where’s Snowman? I thought he was right behind us”.
“He must have slipped away” Giles answered. “The Reaper threat’s gone. He probably saw no reason to remain”.
That evening:
Willow Danielle Rosenberg was lying on a blanket on the dorm roof, looking up at the stars and thinking about the day’s events.
Anya had told them how she and Snowman had encountered two other Reapers, the house’s original vampire occupants. They had managed to throw one of them out of a window, into the daylight. Snowman had been fighting the second when Anya had heard another struggle. Trusting that Snowman could deal with it, she had joined Willow and Tara to fight Jared.
Giles had required only minor medical attention and was already back at home. Xander and Simon were being kept in hospital overnight, but they would be fine.
Willow wasn’t really thinking about any of that. She had far more pressing concerns.
The roof hatch opened and Tara appeared. “Hi Sweetie”.
“Hi Tara” Willow replied, her tone showing her distraction.
“Willow, are you okay?” Tara asked gently.
“I’m sorry”.
“Sorry for what?”.
Willow turned to look directly at Tara. There were tears in her sea-green eyes. “I promised you that I’d never use dark magick again. And then you were in danger and the next thing you know I’m going all scary eyes. Baby, I broke my promise. I’m so sorry”.
Tara lay down next to Willow. “Honey you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t use dark magick. You could have used it and it would have been so easy to justify it, but you didn’t. You resisted the temptation and found another way. I’m so proud of you”.
“Really”.
“Really”.
Willow snuggled up to Tara. “You always do that. Whenever I’m feeling bad, you always make it better. How do you do that?”.
“Magick” Tara said, smiling broadly
They were silent for a while. Then Tara spoke up. “You remember when I told you my names for the constellations?”.
The flame-haired wiccan smiled. “How could I forget?”.
Tara pointed up. “You never told me before. What would you call that one?”.
Willow thought about it for a moment, then answered, “kitten with a ball of string”.
They both giggled happily.
The End.
by 4evaWill » Sat Nov 02, 2002 11:04 am 
I never had something dedicate to me before 
For a moment got all worried that Giles was a Reaper but yay!! Tara knew better!! But no, Will, no dark magick!! NOOOOO!! Great update as usual, looking forwards to more!! An' in answer to your question I think that you should create a new thread, that way there won't be so many pages to go through. Did I help?
Seriously, I really enjoyed your fic and would be more than happy to read more of yours. I say carry on going and I'll keep reading!! If that makes any sense at all. Does it? 
Anyways, I loved the update, and how they make each other stronger, that was so sweet!! Okay, I'll go now before I go all babbly. 
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